Abyss Express

Foreword:

People want to be happy! Happiness must be believed to be attainable!

Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy丨War and Peace

[Part① Alive]

Neither the gunsmith nor Marley Perrault spoke.

Xue Ming purposely waited for a while, until the midsummer sun flew farther away, in order to make the blood-granting monster sober up. He could feel Pellellini's spirit power from Kid Marley, and he was an opponent not to be underestimated.

But Marley didn't intend to wait any longer, and his hatred for Pellelini drove him to move on.

The victim can't stand his eyes, and the devil's hands are full of blood, but this damn social rule makes the perpetrator continue to breathe and live.

He can understand, can understand the elimination of evil and procedural justice pursued by Ao Ruan Ming De and Wu Mingshi, and he is also very envious of Mr. Gunsmith's ability to control emotions——

——But he couldn't do it, he was just a child who had just entered the society, and he wanted to personally execute his own death sentence.

Yukiko Haruta, Globa Perot, and the Zebra Power cheerleader, a passionate girl named Claire Wolf.

There must be an explanation for these three lives, otherwise this huge sense of tearing would tear him in half.

What kind of monster would he become? Will it hurt more people?

Are there other innocent victims who lost their lives because of him?

Marley Perrault didn't know, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out at all! To make complicated things simple is harder than heaven for him!

But if you kill someone, you have to pay with your life. He has always believed that his own life should be decided by himself. This is his choice and the only way he must go.

The family made him, the gunsmith changed him, and all kinds of elements blended together to become Marley Perrault.

He has a lot of things he likes, and he can admit without hesitation that he is a selfish, greedy and lustful person. This is his nature, and it is his inseparable character. Beautiful girls and a good life, big houses and Delicious food, everything he wants.

I want to be noticed, I want to be an excellent and great person, I want to be envied by others, I want to be envied by others.

Want to meet famous people, want to be in a high position and hold power, want to change other people's lives, decide other people's lives.

I want to respond to everyone, I want to be famous, I want to return home with a medal of merit, and let my parents kneel in front of me to apologize and admit their mistakes.

If I want little Groba to live a free life, it doesn't matter if he becomes a little bastard. After all, I have endured it for too long. He has to dare to love, hate, and act. To cause trouble, to flirt with girls, to fight and bleed and squander gold and silver, as long as it is not an unforgivable crime, it is fine to go to jail.

These hungers were never satisfied, and almost burned Marley Perrault's heart to ashes.

The wind stopped for a while, and the field of shooting became clear.

"Be careful, Mr. Gunsmith."

From a distance of a hundred meters, continuous gunshots rang out.

The phantom light of Soul Might protects the two knights. In order to protect the audience, Fenfang Huanmeng catches all the bullets fired—the kinetic energy of the bullets is completely digested in the cat's toes.

This 100 meters is really too far, for the opponent's bullet, it takes a full 200 milliseconds to reach the opponent's head, in the eyes of Fragrant Fantasy, it is as slow as a fluttering butterfly.

Marley Perrault had no such luck.

Pellelini lost his mind, and the power of the eye of the storm came to an end. He used his metamorphic configuration to stimulate the power of the soul, just like Lu Bu riding a dog. No matter how powerful the spirit body is, it cannot exert its true strength.

The breeze slightly deflected the eagle's bullet, and the bullet that was originally aimed at the head hit Marley's side face, and the soft flesh of his ear was cut off by the sharp and hot bullet. He tilted his body and switched to holding the gun with one hand—this The survival method taught by the gunsmith teacher, holding the gun sideways and holding the gun with one hand may reduce the shooting accuracy, but it can ensure that the shooter has the least shot area when facing the enemy's shooting range, and at the same time can fight back.

The pistol blasted out a few weak bullets, and the gunsmith called Hunwei to fiddle them away.

Fragrant Dream and the gunsmith rushed down the short slope, only fired two shots before dropping their weapons and running towards Marley.

This kid doesn't seem to want to live anymore——

——When Fragrant Dream caught Marley's bullet, Jiang Xueming seemed to understand what Marley Perot was thinking.

Because the warheads caught by the big steel cat are all ammunition without exception. In the downtown area of ​​the capital, Pellerini couldn't get a gun, and Marley Perot could only find a gun for the game from the Zebra Power team's logistics team.

When hanging up with the empty magazine, Marley Perot heard a crisp clicking sound. It was the empty hanging rod biting the slide, and the bullet was finished.

In the artificial river in the lower reaches of Cangyue Lake, in the turbulent water flow, there is still a row of glass crystals sprayed out by Fragrant Huanmeng with a sandstone water knife.

They turn red and gold in the setting sun.

The little Groba in the nightmare finally left his brother's shoulders. Under the sunlight, he almost lost his soul, and could no longer maintain the form of a spirit body, and could not even speak.

Under the distorted water surface, Globa and his brother waved their hands, and went upstream with a group of bright red salmon, turning into brilliant splashes.

"Eye Of The"

Marley Perot shouted halfway, and immediately shut his mouth, clasping his palms, ready to receive the impact.

The gunsmith's sprint turned into ferocious potential energy, flying into the range of Marley Perrault's wingspan.

Marley's legs and feet were tense, and his arms crossed to give way to the teacher's sacrifice kick. He immediately grabbed the gunsmith's legs, trying to use his shoulder cart to bring the gunsmith down.

How can the gunsmith let this young technique be restrained? Marley is taller than him, but his strength is by no means as outrageous as that of CC. He relined his legs and clamped Marley's shoulders tightly, and saw the solid river embankment concrete floor There was a heavy muffled sound!

The two figures twirled and intertwined, the gunsmith on top and Marley on the bottom, and fell hard.

Marley's shoulders and neck were controlled, the shoes kicked out the dust, and relying on core strength to go around half a circle from the passive position facing the sky to the active position facing the ground. When controlled by twisting techniques, the familiar ground is the best Reference, this is also taught by the gunsmith teacher word by word.

The moment he regained his balance was the moment when his hands were freed, so he punched the top and hit the gunsmith's side waist, but after the two punches, there was pain in the phalanges—how strong it was, like steel Muscle!

The gunsmith was beaten, and he didn't want to let go of Marley's neck and head.

He firmly controlled Kid Marley's upper body, trying to squeeze the heart, lungs and great blood vessels of this blood-sucking monster, trying to subdue his opponent in this way.

Marley Perrault was half-kneeling on the ground under the gunsmith's pressure, trying to break free again, looking out between the teacher's legs. There's no way to go—if you move any further to the right, you'll fall into the river.

He half-kneeled on the ground, trying to change his elbow to let the gunsmith see through. His forearm beat so hard that he was dizzy!

Take a look at Venus!

Twice! He wanted to raise his hand to protect the Tianling Gai, but his fingers were also broken!

The gunsmith thought of the third lower arm smash, and his body suddenly lost weight. He saw Marley Perot gritting his teeth and pounced forward, stretched out in a kneeling posture, and smashed hard into the cement river with the gunsmith on his back. Embankment of the road.

He finally freed himself from the gunsmith's control, and saw the teacher get up quickly, as if he hadn't been hurt——

——Yes, that's the look.

He thought to himself and quickly got up.

——Yes, it is what I have been looking forward to all this time. Since I was thirteen years old, I have always envied the look in my eyes.

It seems that I am not afraid of pain at all. After suffering such a heavy injury, it feels like I can get up and continue fighting immediately.

Xue Ming waited for a while, and saw that Marley Perot was just defending with arms and had no intention of attacking.

He found time to extract the molar on the right cheek, which had been broken.

"Pooh"

Spit out bloody spit, and the gunsmith waved his hand.

"Come!"

"Teacher" Marley Perot couldn't understand how he could be qualified to stand in front of the unknown hero. The moment the fragrant dream disappeared, he held back his tears and finally maintained his will to fight until now. Words would break his heart.

The gunsmith just continued to wave his hand, telling Marley to take the initiative.

"Come on! Come on!"

It's been a long, long, long time.

The sun is about to fade away, and the clouds on the dome of the cavity turn blood red.

Marley was downcast, losing all courage at once. He squatted down and exhausted all his strength, roaring furiously, with a ferocious expression and sharp eyes.

"ah!!!----"

He couldn't see clearly, he only felt pain, but he didn't know how to escape from this cage, like a war beast.

"ah!!!!!----"

"Do you still have the strength?" Jiang Xueming sat down on the river bank, and finally he was able to breathe heavily, and his core, which had been tense all the time, relaxed.

He was shaking his arm, wounded in the fight with CC, and the new arm hit Pellelini's head again, it was bloody and not very obedient. It is really embarrassing to use this body to subdue Marley Perrault.

"Can't move anymore?"

"Teacher" Marley squatted down, half kneeling on the ground——

—Different from the gunsmith he imagined.

This man is not as described in the legend, and it seems that he is not as strong as before.

For a while, the child didn't know what to say, because of these complicated riddles, he had to speak incomprehensible riddles and utter fragmented English words.

"Why live? Parents"

"Family, Friends"

"My heart, what is pure. Beautiful. True."

"me."

"Where is the way out?"

"I don't understand. Me."

"Education, Culture, Hard Work, Achievement"

"Hate! Loneliness! Anxiety! Despair!"

"What have I become?"

[Part② Flying Flowers]

Xue Ming didn't reply, he couldn't deal with this problem——

——He could only touch his trouser pocket, trying to grab out the crumpled cigarette case and take out a blood-stained cigarette.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the paw of Fragrant Fantasy, rubbed it red on the river bank, and lit the cigarette with the high temperature of the big cat's toe and paw.

Kid Marley looked towards the road beyond the embankment, and more people rushed over.

A big hand suddenly landed on his head, and it was Jiang Xueming who was stroking the child's head.

"teacher?!"

Marley was stunned, at a loss for what to do at this moment. He only felt that his hands were extremely itchy, the eyes and mouth in his fleshy palms! The essence belonging to Pellerini has undergone drastic changes!

Pellerini's eyeball rolled out of Marley's palm, pulling out a dead flesh worm, its sharp teeth and foul-smelling tongue became limp, and it fell on the concrete floor and was immediately charred by the afterglow of the sun.

The cigarette smoke caused the breeze on both sides of the river bank to blow out brilliant bright gold. It flickered on and off, and spit out a wisp of smoke from time to time.

After a long, long time, based on Marley Perrault's physical time, almost eight minutes, the gunsmith just stood in front of him, pressing his head, without doing or saying anything.

Marley looked at the wounds on his palms in amazement, they were gradually healing, and in the river, his hair also changed from bright red to orange. His eyes turned into brown-gold pupils again, as if he had been reborn as a human being.

He looked at Mr. Gunsmith, only to find it incredible——

"-Could it be that the ability of Fragrant Dream is to turn monsters into people?! Teacher!"

The station has never disclosed the special psychic power of Sweet Dreams Fragrant Dream, and the blood-granting monsters don’t know what SD’s real power is. After all, most of the enemies who have seen this super power have already reported it to the Palace of Hades.

The gunsmith didn't say anything, like a sculpture made of iron, it stopped moving.

Only then did Mary Perot realize that something was wrong!

Cigarette smoke, and river water! The water birds passing by the low altitude, the lines in the water, and the people on the other side of the grass on the embankment close to the road.

They all seemed immobile! wrong! This is wrong!

"Could it be. This is my soul power? I stopped time?"

Marley was a little apprehensive, how could he get the super power to keep time!

is that so? Is it really?

Because I don't want to die! I want to live! So I awakened my own soul power?

It must be so, right? ! Using Pellelini's tyrannical spiritual power, and this pair of blood-granting bodies, the conditions have been met!

Hohenheim's elemental theory, everything needed, has been assembled.

"But what to do next?"

Before Kid Marley could sink into the ecstasy of rebirth, another question stumped him.

"What should I do? Get out of here?"

"How to control it? How to call it?"

Marley started to go crazy, scratching his messy hair, and didn't even know Hunwei's name.

"How do you keep time flowing!?"

wait a minute! wait a minute! No no no no! I have to escape! I'm going to get away from here.

He carefully avoided the gunsmith, and when he ran across the green grass, the little guy ran back and sat back beside the teacher.

He was full of annoyance, and in the world where he was alone, he was finally able to open his heart and say something.

"Teacher, I killed someone"

"To catch Pelletini, I killed someone, I ate her."

"I can't pass this test, but what should I do? I really want to live on the edge, I really want to live, how should I face Claire's parents?"

"I don't like her at all, I just think she looks good and I'm such a scum!"

He shook his body back and forth, almost knocking his head to the ground, grieving and blaming himself.

"I dare not tell you these words, it's a fucking embarrassment."

"What will Groba think of my brother? If he is still alive"

"Yukiko will be very angry, right? She will never think of me as a clean person again."

"If this superpower can last forever."

"Can I go away for a while? Just for a while. I want to be alone"

Mary Perrault stood up gradually, took a few steps and came running back—

—He extinguished the cigarette butt in the gunsmith's hand.

"Master's wife will definitely be angry when she sees it. I'll kill it for you first."

After doing this, he seemed to let go of something, and felt relaxed all over his body, about to float up.

Climbing up the short slope, I was finally worried. I had to look back to make sure that the gunsmith was still in place, and was firmly locked by the powerful space-time gravity.

Marley Perrault came out of the cage, and he was no longer a war beast.

"Are there so many people?"

The intercity expressway was crowded with people. Marley looked all the way over, and the first thing he saw was Mrs. Keli who was crying to death.

Her little baby was already swollen from the cold. The boy was only five or six years old, his face was still covered with frost, and his head was swollen all over.

Such a terrifying scene, in Marley's opinion - the culprit, Pellellini, should be cut to death! Die badly! He was so angry that he rushed out a few steps, wanting to kill Pellelini on the spot, but in the next second he restrained the killing intent.

Because beside Mrs. Keli, there is General Weeping, and beside General Weeping, there is 9527 who rushed over on a motorcycle from eight hundred miles away.

But all the followers of the gunsmith know such a eccentric mistress, she is the guide of the gunsmith.

Mrs. Keli maintained a hysterical demeanor, and she was frozen into an ice sculpture. She seemed to be arguing with 9527, and she couldn't listen to others at all.

The same is true for the Crying General. In order to calm Mrs. Keli down, he grabbed the clipboard and drew bold reminders on the board with a marker.

"Frozen! Maybe it can be saved—I told you! It's on me!"

9527 is the savior with another nameless person in his arms. He is the doctor in the JoeStar healing room. He can regenerate people and rediscover the other side of themselves.

The teacher's wife also has a pen in her hand, screaming in red letters on the big writing board.

"You fucking wake up!"

Immediately after was Jason Megan hanging under the writing board, which was his drawing board. Due to the great strength of General Crying and his wife, he had to maintain this awkward posture and was dragged here together with his little finger.

Mrs. Keli roared with tears in her eyes, hugging her son in one hand and holding a pen in the other. Her line on the board is

"I'm fucking crying for nothing!? Could it be that these tears are all for my unworthy ex-husband? The atmosphere is here!"

Marley Perrault just felt weird, absurd and warm.

Everything has color—

——At this moment, he let go of more.

Pellelini was already out of shape, and the soldiers who ordered Guangling Zhixi pointed their guns at him and knelt in front of the food truck.

Marley strode forward, unbuttoned his trouser pocket and urinated hard on the head of the angel of the immortal, and then left contentedly.

He walked a few hundred meters and remembered something! I ran back quickly and took a dip at my parents in the freezer!

After doing all this, he just felt empty inside, and set foot on the intercity highway again, what should he do?

The dead will not come back to life, and lost relatives and loved ones will never be found.

He was like a headless chicken, and at first he only said to the gunsmith teacher.

"I'll just leave for a while, and leave me alone for a while."

Where are you going? Where are you going?

Go see Ao Han Ming De!

Kid Marley perked up—

"—Yes, I haven't met the BOSS yet, I haven't really met! Go and see it, at least you have to see it!"

He got on Guangling Zhixi's personnel carrier, and he didn't care how the vehicle was launched in a time-stationary environment. All this seemed illogical, but Marley ignored it.

The engine of the vehicle started smoothly. It was his first time driving a car. He was a little nervous. The moment he stepped on the accelerator, the strong push back made him panic, and he finally put on his seat belt clumsily.

He headed towards the 40th district, and the nearest station was at the end of the intercity expressway.

When passing by the ancestral house, he took another look——

——The cattle pens in the slaughterhouse are empty, and the animals are left unattended, rushing out of the fence, life has to find a way for itself, and go to the pasture to find food.

After an hour-and-a-half drive, he parked the armed vehicle in the parking lot on the platform, denting it front and back, and barely pulling into the parking space.

Marley Kid bowed to the vehicle as he got out.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

He ran towards the platform, passed through the ticket office, and when he turned over the security check, he heard the piercing alarm bell——

——The reminder that the concentration of spiritual disasters exceeded the standard sounded for a while.

He looked at the security door curiously, then stepped back and went in and out repeatedly.

Every time he entered, the alarm would ring, and the playful boy would not go to the waiting hall until the alarm bell ran out of battery.

As he passed the commissary, he was dazed with hunger, fished two corns out of the scalding steamer, they bounced in Marley's palm, turning Marley into a juggler, and when they all fell into his belly, he became happiness.

Before going to the platform, there is one more thing to do!

He saw countless people, different, passengers from all over the place.

A fat passenger with a big ear and a swollen face was harassing the flight attendant, so he went up and slapped the fat pig severely, then took two pieces of change from the impolite passenger's pocket, and sent it to the Go to the counter of the commissary and use it as money to buy corn.

As if he didn't think it was enough, he turned back and glanced at the flight attendant——

——He just felt itchy, and kissed the back of the little sister's hand like a guilty conscience.

"I hope your beauty will not be a burden."

Saying so, Marley was about to leave at last.

When he came to the platform, his cheeks were flushed, and he thought he was such a jerk.

"Marley Perrault! You're a lecher! Damn you!"

The empty platform finally made him realize that in the static time and space, he couldn't go anywhere.

The landscape cherry trees planted next to the beams and columns are just in full bloom.

The sun stopped at the exit of the platform forever. On the far side of the mountain, the petals were blown by the wind, and before they had time to fall, they were frozen in this moment forever.

Marley Perrault is going to the Nine Realms, but the train never seems to come.

But he didn't notice this, he didn't feel the existence of time, and he couldn't feel this eternal moment.

“What does Mt. Fuji look like? I seem to have only seen it in travel magazines”

"Yukiko's hometown is there"

"Are there cherry blossoms everywhere? Or only Mount Fuji has cherry blossoms?"

"How long will I have to wait?" Marley took out the stolen ticket, the boarding time on the ticket reminded him and brought him back to reality, "Oops!"

He held his head full of remorse, and finally came to his senses.

"If this continues! Am I going to go back to the Nine Realms?!"

He paced back and forth on the platform with question marks all over his head.

"Thirty-one-hour drive! Walk back? My God!"

He bit his nails, squatted in front of the platform, looked at the rails under his feet, and the maintenance passage on one side of the rails, and followed the rails all the way out, his heart wavering, hesitating for a moment, and saw a vague and familiar figure on the opposite platform. shadow.

The corn in his belly made his brain ischemic, and it was difficult for him to return to his body for a while.

With little hesitation, he ignored the safe passage between the platforms, jumped off the rails, and climbed to the other side.

He came to the side of that figure, he looked at this person, and looked closely, it was a woman——

——It was Yukiko Haruta carrying luggage, wearing a big straw hat for sun protection, holding a small pink floral umbrella with the other hand, and looked towards the exit of the platform as if she was about to go out. She was exactly the same as the girl in Marley Perrault's memory, so that Marley's mind was so shocked that it was difficult to accept this fact.

Marley clapped his hands first, then leaned aside to dodge, and stomped his legs several times, finally feeling numb in his legs.

I don't know what to say, among these mysteries, he is completely at a loss.

He opened his mouth several times, but finally choked back the words. He opened his arms and hugged Yukiko——

—— Immediately after that, she backed away immediately, pretending to meet her naturally by chance, and stood beside Yukiko.

He was only afraid that time would suddenly start to flow, making the atmosphere awkward.

He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, one leg trembled unconsciously, and finally mustered up his courage.

Finally, she leaned towards Yukiko's side face and kissed her lightly.

"Why?!!!"

The big bell on the platform rang, the tinkling of copper bells, and the whistling of sirens.

The commuters want their partners to follow, and they are going to another station soon.

The administrator blew his whistle and yelled! Tell people to stay away from the safety line!

Yukiko covered her side face, dropped her luggage, and spoke her mother tongue in shock.

"Hey!? Hey hey!? Nani? Nani Nani?"

The wind rolled up the pink and tender petals, and then slowly fell, mixed with the pink steam, pulled by the whirlwind generated by the interlacing of cold and hot air on the platform, and turned into a variety of purples and reds with a sweet taste.

Marley took Yukiko's luggage, raised his head, and was speechless.

At this moment, the train pulls into the station.